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76: Chapter 76: Dream (5 updates completed, asking for subscriptions and monthly passes) 76: Chapter 76: Dream (5 updates completed, asking for subscriptions and monthly passes) Zheng Weiwei was a doctor at the East Sea City Mental Health Center.

But she had recently been seconded to a strange place called the Quantum Intelligence Research Institute.

In a building known as Block C, she worked with other doctors to treat several patients with mental illnesses.

The patient she was responsible for was a young patient named Lin Xing.

Looking at his medical records, Zheng Weiwei shook her head and thought regretfully, “So young and yet so severely ill.”

But what was strange was that she had been at Block C for many days, yet the patient was nowhere to be found.

Even after she inquired with her superiors, they only told her to wait patiently.

Although the situation was odd, since she could go to work and slack off without question, Zheng Weiwei didn’t investigate further.

And a day before, it seemed that the patient had finally been admitted into the ward, and Zheng Weiwei was ready to start working with a proper attitude.

But just before she could interact with the patient, she was called by the leadership.

The leader, named Lv Ming, looked at her amicably and after some pleasantries, he said, “Xiao Zheng, you’ll be meeting with Lin Xing this afternoon, right?”

“Don’t believe anything he says,” he warned her.

Zheng Weiwei sensed something strange in these words, wondering why a doctor needed to be specifically reminded not to believe what a psychiatric patient said.

Lv Ming continued, “Don’t believe anything he says, but also don’t show any doubt, as this could agitate his condition and lead to worse outcomes.”

“Your predecessor was reassigned from here because of inappropriate treatment that agitated Lin Xing’s condition.”

Hearing this, Zheng Weiwei realized, “My predecessor… is that Doctor Chu Qingxin?

She agitated the patient?”

Lv Ming nodded, “She tried to find the cause of Lin Xing’s illness and wanted to actively engage in Lin Xing’s delusions, which ultimately worsened his condition.”

“Now we’ve asked you here not to cure him, but to observe his mental state, especially to record any violent tendencies, changes in worldviews, and so on.”

“As for his delusions, they’re not important.”

Zheng Weiwei nodded thoughtfully, “I understand.”

…

Her first meeting with the patient was at one o’clock that afternoon.

Zheng Weiwei looked at the clean-looking young man before her and found it hard to associate him with a psychiatric patient.

He didn’t display the unusual behavior typical of mental health patients but instead was calm, smiling, and exuded an air of being extremely normal.

But the way the nursing staff and security guards were on high alert made Zheng Weiwei realize that this young man was not simple.

“Lin Xing, right?

Hello, I’m Zheng Weiwei, your new doctor.”

“Dr.

Zheng, hello.

Where is Doctor Chu?” he asked.

Zheng Weiwei responded, “Doctor Chu had to leave due to some matters, so I’m in charge of your treatment now.”

He sighed, “That’s a shame.

I haven’t seen her in a long time.

I was hoping to talk to her this time I returned.”

Zheng Weiwei smiled slightly, “You can talk to me instead.”

He was just about to speak when he suddenly frowned, as if remembering something, and hesitated before saying, “I…

have dreams every day.”

“What kind of dreams?” asked Zheng Weiwei.

He spoke slowly, “I dream that I am on a battlefield, constantly going into battle to kill the enemy, constantly killing or getting killed.”

Zheng Weiwei nodded, “You say you dream every day?

Are these dreams continuous with each other?”

The other party nodded then suddenly shook their head, “How should I put it…

It’s like a constant repetition.

Every time I’m killed, I’ll come back to life and charge into the battlefield again, killing the enemy nonstop until I’m killed again.”

Zheng Weiwei said, “You’re talking about…

reincarnation?”

“Yes, you could say that.”

Zheng Weiwei asked, “So what’s the problem?”

The other person thought for a moment and said, “These dreams are too long.”

Zheng Weiwei asked in confusion, “Too long?”

The person explained, “I fight to death, and upon death, I fight.

I repeat this cycle of reincarnation thousands or even tens of thousands of times every day.”

Zheng Weiwei exclaimed in surprise, “You’re saying…

tens of thousands of times?

You dream of yourself reincarnating tens of thousands of times every day?”

The person nodded and continued, “I haven’t counted the exact number, but it’s approximately like that.”

“I know you might doubt the truth of what I’m saying, but please assume this is true for a moment, and then let’s discuss the problem I’m facing next.”

Zheng Weiwei quickly said, “I don’t disbelieve you.

Without conclusive evidence, I won’t deny the situation you’re experiencing, and you can continue to tell me about the problem you’ve encountered.”

The young man nodded, as if recalling something, and slowly said, “Reincarnating and battling every day has made my memory of the real world start to blur.”

Zheng Weiwei asked, “You mean you’re experiencing symptoms of memory impairment?”

The young man shook his head and sighed, “You still haven’t fully entered my state.

It’s not memory impairment, but rather a normal phenomenon.”

Under Zheng Weiwei’s puzzled gaze, the young man explained, “Look, I reincarnate and fight tens of thousands of times a day, and if each battle lasts just fifteen minutes, that’s hundreds of thousands of minutes of continuous fighting every day, which amounts to one or two years.”

“Think about it again.

If I spend one or two years on a battlefield every day, completely detached from the real world,”

“What state do you think I’ll be in if this kind of life continues for half a month, a month, or even longer?”

The person said somberly, “For me, it’s as if I’ve left the real world for many years now, and everything in this world seems both familiar and distant to me…”

Seeing the person’s dejected appearance, Zheng Weiwei tried to comfort him, “I can prescribe you some medication to try to stop those dreams.”

But the person waved his hand, “The dreams can’t be stopped, but the problem now is that the memories from my dreams are continually compressing my memories from reality.”

He looked at Zheng Weiwei earnestly, “A person’s personality, world view, and even morality are inseparably influenced by their own memories.

What do you think the effect would be on someone who has repeatedly experienced killing and being killed in their dreams for several years?”

Feeling the intensity of the other person’s gaze, Zheng Weiwei suddenly found herself choking up as if she had been fixed in place by some beast, only gradually relaxing after the person looked away.

At this moment, she couldn’t help but think, “If what he says is true, could this be the gaze of someone who has killed countless others?”

Swallowing hard and reflecting on the person’s words, Zheng Weiwei pondered and said, “What you’re saying could indeed happen.

If the time in the dreams keeps extending, even surpassing the length of your real-world experiences, you might become more and more accustomed to the battlefield environment and feel a clear discomfort with the real world.”

The person nodded, “Yes, discomfort, no, more than discomfort.

After the long bouts of combat and returning to the real world, I feel there’s something very wrong with our world.”

Zheng Weiwei asked, “Something wrong?”

The person shook their head, “I know you can’t understand, just like I couldn’t when I was a child taking my father’s teachings for granted.

A person can’t step out of their environment and recognize their own problems…”

Zheng Weiwei’s expression suddenly turned strange, “That thing…

you mentioned about your father’s teaching from childhood?”

Lin Xing nodded, “Is there a problem?”

Zheng Weiwei inquired, “Have you always been able to see your father?”

Lin Xing frowned, “I was raised by my father since childhood.

He went abroad to work after I started college.

Of course, I used to see him every day.”

Without hurrying to respond, Zheng Weiwei flipped through the documents in her hands, speaking with a curious tone, “However, according to the information I have, you’re an orphan, raised in an orphanage.

You…

shouldn’t know who your biological father is.”